You're defective,
Sprawled upon the shag rug,
In a puke green
Smelling of Granny Smiths.

You're defective,
LA Pink lipstick smeared on the shot glass,
Lime half chewed, salt spilt,
But not for good luck...
Although we need it.

Sobriety's a noble life you say,
But not for you.
And Another one left you alone, your
Dangerously short skirt hitched up,
Panties stretched down...
When I come in and you come around,
You say you like it that way?
You're defective.

Earl Gray Tea is elitist to you.
Tequila is your water,
And coffee is lifeblood,
Keeping you up past the alcohol
Poisoning setting in...
Stuffing bread and slurping from the kitchen tap,
Hours into day.

Descent repeated,
But there's no redemption in the bottle.
There's no savior in the glass.
And Believing in Dionysus is, I suppose
Slightly better than atheism.
You don't pretend to know what you can't.
But it seems you pretend to not know
You're defective.

The truth is a lie
When it hurts too much.
We carry on ignoring
Praying it goes away.
I took the keys too many nights,
Without a word, without a lecture.
I never told you to stop.
I left you in your vile vomit
Knowing you could choke.
And I knew that this day would come,
Somewhere, deep inside,
But I ignored your crys for help,
And now you're gone, burned out.
But your memory will never fade away...
I'm defective.